Not For A Moment
Title: Not For A Moment
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters/Pairings: Jim Moriarty/John Watson
Rating: T
Warnings: none
Summary: Jim is hardly surprised when John shows up on his door step.
Note: <3~
It wasn’t a surprise when John showed up on the doorstep of his flat, hands jammed into his coat pockets, glaring a hole into the wall, his expression sour enough to peel paint. He was rumbled and angry and delicious, and if asked he was probably there against his will, completely despite his better judgement. Jim couldn’t help his smirk, stepping aside and letting John shove roughly past him into the flat.
“Finally admitted it to yourself? Have you finally seen the light?” He asked as he closed the door, unable to keep his grin from his mouth, studying John’s straight back and hunched shoulders. He leaned against the kitchen counter, head cocked curiously to the side as he studied his prey. Not for the fist time, he congratulated himself on sowing the seeds of doubt and hurt into John’s mind, offering himself as a haven. “Couldn’t wait for Sherlock anymore could you? I told you, you know.”
“Shut up.” John hissed viciously, rounding on him with a heated glower that made Jim tingle. He held up his hands, placating. John was thrumming with rage and it emanated off him in perceptible waves that Jim basked in. “You shut up, and finished what you started!” He strode closer, grabbing a fistful of Jim’s shirt and pressing him hard into the solid granite counter. “It’s because of you that I’m like this.” his breath brushed across Jim’s cheeks, warm and moist, and he let his eyelids fall half-mast as he memorized John’s haunted expression. “It’s your fault that you’re always on my mind, always in the background, laughing at me. Finish what you started.”
“You know I never leave anything half finished.” Jim whispered hotly against John’s mouth, before crushing their lips together, a rough and loveless kiss, teeth nipping hard enough to draw blood, breathing raggedly through their noses, hands seeking warm skin beneath their clothes.
“Don’t forget I hate you.” John growled harshly as they broke apart, his eyes blazing with fury and want and hatred. His words sounded like victory to Jim, who smiled and promised himself that he’d enjoy this as long as it lasted. “No matter what, don’t forget that I hate you, and I’ll break you down when I get the chance.”
Jim laughed softly, carding his fingers through sandy blonde locks, rocking their hips together languidly, enjoying the sparks of heat between their bodies. “No. That’s one thing I won’t forget. Not for a moment.”
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters/Pairings: Jim Moriarty/John Watson
Rating: T
Warnings: none
Summary: Jim is hardly surprised when John shows up on his door step.
Note: <3~
It wasn’t a surprise when John showed up on the doorstep of his flat, hands jammed into his coat pockets, glaring a hole into the wall, his expression sour enough to peel paint. He was rumbled and angry and delicious, and if asked he was probably there against his will, completely despite his better judgement. Jim couldn’t help his smirk, stepping aside and letting John shove roughly past him into the flat.
“Finally admitted it to yourself? Have you finally seen the light?” He asked as he closed the door, unable to keep his grin from his mouth, studying John’s straight back and hunched shoulders. He leaned against the kitchen counter, head cocked curiously to the side as he studied his prey. Not for the fist time, he congratulated himself on sowing the seeds of doubt and hurt into John’s mind, offering himself as a haven. “Couldn’t wait for Sherlock anymore could you? I told you, you know.”
“Shut up.” John hissed viciously, rounding on him with a heated glower that made Jim tingle. He held up his hands, placating. John was thrumming with rage and it emanated off him in perceptible waves that Jim basked in. “You shut up, and finished what you started!” He strode closer, grabbing a fistful of Jim’s shirt and pressing him hard into the solid granite counter. “It’s because of you that I’m like this.” his breath brushed across Jim’s cheeks, warm and moist, and he let his eyelids fall half-mast as he memorized John’s haunted expression. “It’s your fault that you’re always on my mind, always in the background, laughing at me. Finish what you started.”
“You know I never leave anything half finished.” Jim whispered hotly against John’s mouth, before crushing their lips together, a rough and loveless kiss, teeth nipping hard enough to draw blood, breathing raggedly through their noses, hands seeking warm skin beneath their clothes.
“Don’t forget I hate you.” John growled harshly as they broke apart, his eyes blazing with fury and want and hatred. His words sounded like victory to Jim, who smiled and promised himself that he’d enjoy this as long as it lasted. “No matter what, don’t forget that I hate you, and I’ll break you down when I get the chance.”
Jim laughed softly, carding his fingers through sandy blonde locks, rocking their hips together languidly, enjoying the sparks of heat between their bodies. “No. That’s one thing I won’t forget. Not for a moment.”